Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 468

She opened her eyes and saw a bunch cloudy marshmallows surrounding her, she looks closer and found out they are
ghosts. Xiao Yi was not scared of ghost, as Chinese believed ghost are just spirits who wander around and should be respected.
Xiao Yi asked curiously “Who are you guys?” The ghost’s respond in unison “ We are the builders who built the Peace Hotel.”
Xiao Yi was amazed yet disturbed, but she can’t content her excitement of asking questions on how the hotel was built.
The questions from Xiao Yi came in like a series of waves hitting the ghost’s full power ed right in the face. “ We are the
forgotten ones. The ones who made this hotel, and every brick and marble was collected and built by us. We were the ones who
spent our whole lives to build this, and this is our home.” said one of the ghost called Tang Long. Xiao Yi was stunned to learn
about the unseen history of this hotel, yet sentimental that the workers were never remembered from what they done. Xiao Yi
asked them again, “Shouldn’t you guys get credit for what you done.” All the ghost frowned at her, and their eye brows shown
frustration and annoyance to Xiao Yi’s question. All of a sudden, a young ghost called Shan Huo hopped up and gruffed “ It was
all Victor Sassoon’s fault. He got all the credit, while the people who actually built it were not even mentioned. I died age 32
while I was building the foundation, and he didn’t even show any respect to me!”
“ We should kill him in the spirit world.” “ I hate Victor Sassoon, he’s a nincompoop!” Several grumbling and protesting
occurred at the same time, and the rage of the ghosts can be felt in every corner of Xiao Yi’s room. Suddenly,“ Shush!” The
shouting came to a halt, an old ghost floated out the crowd.“ In this world, there are people who sacrifice their blood and sweat
for the benefit of humankind, while some just stand aside and take all the credit. However, we don’t need everyone to remember
us, because only the people who matter to us, should remember what we done. My family and friends was proud of me for what
I contributed, and I’m already happy!”
The eastern sun arose and stood high on the sky, as it illuminated the shimmering water of the Huangpu River. Xiao Yi
woke up shouting “Tang Long!” “Shan Huo!” “Old ghost!”. She checked every corner of her room, but there’s nothing. Xiao Yi
thought “ How could it be? I vividly remember my house was bombarded with ghost. Victor Sassoon took all the credit, they
were all angry, and the old ghost. It couldn’t been just a dream.” And yes it was just a dream, a dream so legitimate that it
deceived Xiao Yi…….